Grandma...
Grandma... who’s gonna teach me how to read
those funny books with all those pictures?
It was the best part of the day!
It was early in the morning
after all the cleaning was done.
We sat in the sunshine on the bed
‘cos that’s where kitty was!
She loved story time too!
Grandma... who’s gonna tell me about
what it was like when you were a little girl?
Your stories were funny like
the ones in the books we loved to read together.
You always made me laugh
‘cos you made silly sounds with your mouth.
Grandma...who’s gonna help me grow up
to be a big girl
like you always told me I would be?
You said I would be pretty and smart
and I would be able to knit like you!
Grandma...who’s gonna teach me how?
You told me “One day, when all the stories have been told,
Grandma will teach you to knit.”
We always kept reading and telling stories
and laughing out loud.
Grandma...we had so much fun with those stories
I think we forgot to stop
so you could teach me to knit!
Kitty wanted to learn too;
she loved playing with all your balls of wool.
Grandma...who will sit with me on the bed
and sing and laugh and knit with me?
How will I know what the books are saying
if you aren’t here with me anymore?
I don’t know how to read yet.
Grandma...Mommy told me that you’re gone
and you’re not coming back.
She told me you went to heaven,
just like you showed me in the books
we liked to read together all the time.
Grandma...I miss you!
Mommy and I cry together on the bed now,
and we tell stories about how much we love you.
She said it’s still okay to talk about you
and that you will always be my Grandma.
I need to ask you one more thing, okay?
Grandma...why does heaven have to keep you?
A lovely poem that brought tears to my eyes...I have memories of my grandmother much the same as yours. Thank you for writing and posting!
nice kid,nice granny. very lively poem.thanx for sharing. feels so natural. ravi.
A beautiful write.
A sweet innocent reflection from the eyes and mind of a child. This is beautiful and a well penned poem of feelings from beginning to end. I knew one grandma growing up.
so lovely and beautiful. i guess we can all relate to this beautiful poem.